I'm so sorry I didn't update (any of my stories as a matter of fact) for a long time, I just have a writer-block… :/ I think I succeed in getting over it, but I have a lot of things to get into order.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Pansy was running straight to the Gryffindor tower, if it wasn't for her relationship with Hermione Granger she wouldn't have a clue to where be that located.

When she was inside the Gryffindor common room, Hermione came to her all smiles. "Hey love, what are you doing here at this hour? Is something happened?"

"Oh, damn right... Where is that friend of yours – Potter?" Pansy was here for a reason, and not for lovey-dovey with her girlfriend.

Hermione frowned. "He's in his room, why, is something wrong?" but Pansy wasn't there anymore.

There was a slight knock on the wooden door of the seventh year boy's room. And without waiting for reply, pansy barked in, sending Seamus and Dean out of the room, leaving only her and Potter.

"'something you want, Pansy?" he asked her.

"Yes, this;" And she slapped him.

Potter looked gob smacked "Ow! Why did you do that, Parkinson?! That hurt!" there was red hand-mark on his right cheek.

"That's one was for Draco." She smirked.

"Wh-what?!" Harry said with astonishment.

Pansy stood there with her hands on her hips, and looking very determined and not happy.

"You heard me. You think I don't know what you did to him? You think he didn't tell me? Than you're all wrong!" she pushed her finger hard to his chest.

Harry, with huge eyes, stood there with shock. "He… he told you? About… what happened there? When I…"

"Yes, he did!" she yelled. "I can't believe what a monster you are, that ugly side you hide from us…" she said to him with disgust.

Harry suddenly looked broken. He sat on the floor, looking as he was shocked and not saying a thing.

There was silence. Pansy tried to calm down and gathered her thoughts together, while Harry just, looked confused and… miserable?

"You know, I didn't mean that… that would be like that. I really didn't… but I – I was so much confused back then." Harry said, breaking the silence.

"About what?" asked Pansy.

"My sexuality… And all the things about being gay, you know, it's not that simple… to admit it with a background of prejudice. My muggle family had never been approve of it, and every second word that came out of their mouth was about how freaks are the 'faggots' and how should they die miserably die. It was a nightmare. And when I started to have feeling for Draco I was shocked. And one day I was just… loosing control, and… attacking him. I felt as if it was his entire fault, that because of him I feel like that… a freak. I couldn't bare it anymore… and I hurt him, my precious, because of me, because…"

Pansy couldn't hold her tears for the sight of the boy-who-killed-you-know-who crying.

"Stop it, Potter. You made me feel like a bloody Hufflepuff." She dried her wet cheeks and raised herself from the bed she sat on. "If I was you I was telling all these to Draco instead of sitting here crying. He deserves to know." And with that she walked away.

And Harry knew she was right.

TBC…

A/N:

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